Through a cup of night, a few stories of the world of mortals, with a plain snow, write about the romantic years and sing about the graceful years.
Only by being simple and quiet inside, can we live a comfortable and safe life, see clearly the complexity of the world, but leave no trace in our hearts.
the best state of life is that the flowers are half-blooming, the moon is half-full, and people are slightly drunk.
the best state of life is half fireworks, half happiness, half poetry and half calmness.
life is half fireworks, half happiness
life, half sober, half intoxicated
time, half bright and half sad.
years are half cool and half relieved.
half fireworks: it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
who is holding an oil umbrella, walking through the sentimental rainy season, watching Yichuan tobacco, the wind in the city, watching plums full of branches and spring grass in the pond?
a thousand misty rains, a moat of spring water, half the city is full of flowers. Who's grandmother, holding an oil-paper umbrella with plain flowers and picking jasmine, is elegant and graceful.
A lone boat is a willow, the rain hits the lotus, the smoke is confused, people in the world can't be seen, and the green hills are silently hidden. By the pool, there is an old man wearing a Dai Li to catch a pool of leisure.
Half-happiness: playing the flute till dawn in the thin shadow of apricot flowers.
On a cold spring night, a few apricot flowers, a shadow of the moon and a flute are scattered into the night with the wind, stirring the faint feelings inside.
The smoke and dust are rolling, and the world is complicated. How long has it been since we settled down and looked up to pay attention to the full moon? For how long, we have no time to bow our eyebrows and admire the beauty of a flower.
some people say that the so-called Qing Huan can make a cup of bitter tea taste indifferent and cool, and a cup of white water can be drunk into an elegant beauty.
In the bustling world, on an ordinary night, listen to the sound of a flower, see the tenderness of a breeze, with a touch of fireworks and shallow Zen.
Half-awake: What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying through the snow.
If life is a dream, everything in the dream is the real self; If we say that life is a play, everyone is awake on stage and off stage.
Life is hasty, and you are still waiting for flowers to bloom at the entrance of your dream, but he has watched the red leaves dye all over the green hills at the exit of the world of mortals; You are and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, but he has crossed Chung Shan Man in a canoe; I just saw the curtain call of flowers and smelled the clothes in autumn night.
On the road to the world of mortals, we are all awake to pain, confusion, hope and despair.
one day, we will understand that there is a kind of regret, which is called being disconsolate at that time; There is a kind of miss, called peach blossom laughing at spring breeze; There is a kind of pain, which makes it impossible to be sad after a long separation; There is a kind of relief, that is, the world is a big dream, and life is several spring and autumn.
half drunk: I only have to wake up to the bright moon, and the wind will be cool when I am drunk.
bright moon and cool breeze, the world of mortals is empty and old, floating like a dream, for joy geometry.
There's always a pot of wine to accompany you with poetry, wine and tea, and to accompany you to taste the fireworks. There is always a pot of wine, accompanied by your clothes and angry horses, and accompanied by your wind and smoke; Spend time with you, and spend time with you.
in the crowded world of mortals, we all live in a bitter and helpless way, with wealth among flowers, fame on paper, kindness in the mirror and youth at our fingertips.
In reality, we are all so weak, who can really be innocent, clean-handed, and free from distractions?
the flowers are falling and the water is flowing, and it is bustling and rushing, just like a dream. The years are gone, and the red dust is turned into dust in the moonlight. Boil the vast world flavor into a pot of light wine, and get drunk for a long time and the sea.
half-clear: holding the water moon in your hand makes the flowers smell all over your clothes.
the most beautiful scenery in the world is a mountain, a water, a leaf, a dust, a couple of spring breeze, several altars of pear blossoms, poetry, wine, piano tea and romantic scenery.
with the hidden moon in hand, the flowers are full of clothes, life is bright and everything is lovely.
When the flowers bloom on the path full of time, the month falls on the quiet window, and when the wind blows the quiet lotus, it seems to be the prosperity of the years.
half sadness: from then on, the sound and dust are quiet, and the spring mountains are like grass and smoke.
There is always a love, which is stored in the corner of time. No matter how many years have passed, a frost leaf, a moonlight curtain and the first-order rain will lift the dusty time.
every year, the spring is as old as before, but people around us are all in the end of the world, just like fallen petals can't return to the branches, and the time to get old can't return to the past.
The promises made in a hurry when I was young are swaying in the river of years, and the lovesickness written that year is weathered in the yellow sand of time.
half is thin and cool: it's hard to cross the mountain, so who is sad for those who have lost their way? Meet by chance, full of guests from other places.
Life is a lonely journey. You pass by me, and I pass by you. Then, you practice and move forward.
how many people have gone through all kinds of joys and sorrows, like that cold fireworks, which vanishes in the most gorgeous time and turns into a remnant of snow.
The world of mortals is long. From prosperity to loneliness, time is an eternal bystander. We will all walk through the cold, the warmth, the ups and downs and the ups and downs in the waves alone.
half relieved: looking back at the bleak place, there is no rain or shine.
Zen master Huineng: Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There was nothing, so there was no dust.
in the world of mortals, can you and I really look down on everything and shuttle through the wind and rain, without sorrow or joy, and forget success or failure?
We are all passers-by in time, gathering, parting, joys and sorrows, being warm and cold, bustling and noisy, but just a flowing landscape in our eyes.
No matter how beautiful the haze is, it is only the background of a world of mortals. No matter how good the relationship is, it is just the ashes of a past event.
The dust of life falls on everyone's brow and heart, and some of it disappears with the wind; Some dust, then precipitation; Others, as a flower blooms, are relieved.
in the silent and fleeting years, all the prosperity is a passer-by of time, and all the loneliness will be light.
in the setting sun, it's you and me, who is carrying a bag and walking alone.
when the rouge is used up, the peach blossoms will bloom, and the time is in a hurry, and the fleeting event will eventually pass.
I like it best, the kind of indifference that suddenly looks back and laughs it off.
in this life, people are half stormy, half sunny, half bright moon and half breezy.
I hope you have both the poetry of the spring and the snow, and the calmness of smiling.